call of testimonal

Two zero zero one,

i got a call. 

He

on the phone, called me

“The time is arrested”

I laugh so hard, 

so hard that pounds started to denying gravity

and touch the horizon of artificial blue. 

“She will be missed” 

I said, 

every second is packed far-far away

from humans and air,

covering hums and drums. 

Relapsing magic with tragic

forgetting the way we see the hue.

I shall not forgot once it come true

the transcendental keen on apocalyptic 

wishing well, wishing well, where are you

I would like to withdraw my pray from you

“to extinct before you” 

the only answer is the stare of nothingness

welcoming warm hug of downfall 

the birth of humankind

our eyes tore by the flame of abyss 

the burial ground of juvenile rapacity 

under the oder of your merry.

The call is on hold, 

i can smell the breath of He

and He can see the trembling hands of me, vividly

“I know, we have nothing to be done anymore”

the eulogy is last kiss to the earth.